I look around, what do I see;
a human tide washing over me.
A flood that overwhelms us all,
humans flourish in Gaia’s fall.
On the crest of the wave me all ride;
a wave that’ll break on all that has died.
The Anthropocene – extinctions way;
while it all burns, our fiddle we play.
Do we think or simply exist?
Do we comply or do we resist?
I sit here and I wonder why
we will let this planet die.
We all watch the daily news
“experts” there all give their views.
domination by mindless fools.
The only care I can see
is “What’s in all this for me.”
I am among them, just the same
playing the same mindless game.
If we don’t stop; get off this bus
will it be the end of us?
Can we survive our own assault?
And if not then who’s at fault?
Earth’s systems die, we’re to blame
yet we play our mindless game.
We blame some God; they’re the cause
while we carry on without a pause.
The diagnosis would seem to me
is “obsessed with suicidality.”